Basmakyah Borz : Writing

The Eyes of His Sultana

The Eyes of His Sultana

A Poem by Basmakyah Borz


Just before they reach the city,he begins to lower the third layer of black fabricover her eyes, covering them like a childcatching fireflies in his p..
Pastimes

Pastimes

A Poem by Basmakyah Borz


I once made crowssingand killerslove.
Hobbies

Hobbies

A Poem by Basmakyah Borz


We each took a boot and draggedthe body out of sight.I frowned at the gigantic red smearbefore turning to follow him down the alley.You’re so go..
Falcon, or the Death Instinct

Falcon, or the Death Instinct

A Story by Basmakyah Borz


She has finally snapped, plummeting fast into a borderline-homicidal rage. Only he has the power to stop her... that is, if he can get there in time.
Don't shoot

Don't shoot

A Poem by Basmakyah Borz


Heavy eyelids and a loss of balancetell me I should go to sleep, but every time I do,I always try and I always can't.I see the barrel, the trigger, yo..
Torment

Torment

A Poem by Basmakyah Borz


I am beyond the point of lunacy;Ill doesn’t even begin to cover it.Do you know how I spent last night?I wept out of pain from a wound so deepTha..
The exchange

The exchange

A Poem by Basmakyah Borz


I spend my nights weeping without tearsAnd my days bargaining with God."Take me," I plead Him."Make me worth their suffering;Ya Allah, ya Allah!Replac..
Cartridge

Cartridge

A Poem by Basmakyah Borz


My brother was talking to himselfagain last night while the shellingwas going on.I couldn't sleep and the only thingthat stopped me fromreaching up fr..
Don't Try To Love A Fighter

Don't Try To Love A Fighter

A Poem by Basmakyah Borz


I see his reflection in your eyesand I know what you’re thinking.Don’t do it.Don’t try to love a fighter.He breaks everything he tou..
A Joyful Servant Laughing

A Joyful Servant Laughing

A Poem by Basmakyah Borz


My thoughts basically every day.

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